Takamori bit back a response. It was not the first time he'd heard that warning. Always the same thing. Any reply he could make simply made the situation worse. The best course of action was to walk away.
He stood up, shaking off the grass and dirt that clung to him, and looked at the eavedropper, then at Arai-san. "Fine. I am properly chastised. Ponder what I said, forget what I said, do what you want. I'll take my leave." There was no hint of sarcasm, but he could not quite keep his annoyance out.
Slowly, Takamori walked towards the exit, wondering anew about the surroundings. By the time he'd reached the exit, he'd made his decision. It was artificial, a construct meant to imitate the natural. An impressive replica but there was never anything beautiful about a copy. Originals were always better, from an aesthetic point of view.
As the doors closed behind him, Takamori walked towards his quarters, surrounded by steel bulkheads. However, before he got too lost in his thoughts, he pulled himself out.
Depressing. Much alike 'The Lost Character,' conceptually sound but poorly produced. Now, 'Nine Way Love Affair,' that was great was a great show. And hilarious to boot. Takamori smiled, remembering the show. He had watched it on its closing night and, as expected, the actors were having even more fun with their role. Takamori still wondered how many of the lines were off script.